It was 64 degrees and I had just returned from a hike around the lake at Como. The phone message indicated that the other geezers had decided to play outside for one last time this fall. Curt is leaving for an experiment in retirement living tomorrow morning. He is going to spend four months in Arkansas to escape the icy fingers of cold that Minnesota is renowned for, and thus will winnow down the geezers to the stalwart four. So we played outside, beginning at 4:45 and playing until the dark captured the courts again, at about six. Lighting this time of year gets pretty iffy in the evening, with the shadows lengthening and the oblique sun shining in the eyes of anyone trying to serve or hit an easy overhead. But we played anyway, to celebrate and enjoy the day that Curt went to Arkansas. There were Arkansas jokes - about accents and roadkill and mobile homes. Curt and I won the next to last set, 6-4, to send him off with the thrill of a victory. One more set in the dwindling sun and October tennis is over.
Halloween is just two days away.
The Red Sox are World Serious Champions again, for the second time in four years. The Curse of the Bambino has finally timed out. It's a good year to be a sports fan in Massachusetts.
1 comment:
I assume you had a chance to put your 'new' and newly restrung racket into action? Enjoy this Indian Summer while it lasts -- you're right, snow cannot be far away. SS
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